Monday, March 16, 2015

Sometimes it feels like the room is getting smaller and time is going faster and I haven't seen, and I mean really seen, the stars or felt the wind in my hair and all I have time for is a shower and barely remember to feed Duke and put the chooks to bed.

So, when time seems to slow.

When I get to take in the beauty of a moment, slowly with intention,

like sunset's colors spilling into your kitchen, calling you outside,

like a lull in conversation where you and your company are fully enjoying the sound of the fire,

like the smell of smoke lingering, reminding you of the summers of youth.